Luyện nghe bài hát Three The Hard Way

See Quick, I told you man, once we get a man
like this right here
I got my Black for me, uh
I got my R.O.C. for me, uh

And y'all who the fuck I be
And for a long time, I think been taking so so Def for a joke
But I guess that's why we
And y'all broke

Y'all got one to flow, I let y'all know
While y'all stretch your mouth, I my dough
Also stretch the on my Navigators
Long as the

mine, a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style
You get, uh, oh, here he is now
Dot to the O caughted, blow your shit
Dot to the C, feelin' me now?

Anyhow y'all can't measure up
I'm to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up?
Then I'mma blow these out, wet 'em up
For my dawgs like DMX who pound Kurupt

And Snoopy in the getting at the groupies
Stash the uzi tonight, the jewelry
And just post up we be touched
All my say, "What we don't give a fuck

B-boy style, hot tical
Four, five cal, check into the profile of a
Sonny my mellow, my ace playa get on the
and rock it please

I'm make niggaz feel the heat homie
None of motherfuckers know me
Three a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, your steel

Lay shit down, clown, I'm for real
Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip
I bring the pain to the on the real tip what?
Hittin' just like JFK

For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear I say?
Squeezing off, just to mash and off
Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so
Oh, you too thug niggaz, you'll be so called

Frump niggaz, yo, I got no love,
Expect the worse, yo, check it, can you see the hearse
Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the
Niggaz don't want it but they they do
And soldiers never fuck with me and my crew, who?

You know I'm gonna make them dance when I in the club
Well, I know way to make 'em put their hands up
I drop the beat on, I the heat on
I got this party niggaz, we lock the corners

You I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club
Well, I know another way to 'em put their hands up
I the beat on, I cock the heat on
I got this niggaz, we lock the street corners

Well it come again, the Timbaland
You in the faces, Detroit hates us
Take us, come smooth the shit, rock jewelry
Like Mr.

Watch an artist, move regardless of the
your automatic
So the thing for you to do is shut the fuck up
Let my do this, uh, like this niggaz from the bricks and uh

You don't NWK to get to ya
So you heard we believers out of dreamers
Now we make cases out of sleepers
S to the motherfuckers, O to the S to the y'all
O to the D to the E F uck you 'cause we you
Y'all niggaz can't us

Assume my position papermaking's a must
Straight mangle motherfuckers it's time to bust
Lace with angel dust, all up in your spot
We got no things with us, kind of

fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught
'Cause I'm label your and my man Too $hort , oh, Lord
Getting one more time
For motherfuckers, who out on the run

I gotta get daily, can't let these motherfuckers fade me
That's the way my mama made me
Top rider from the get go, known to spit flows
And keep niggaz on their tiptoes

I goes to the extremity with weed and Hennessey
I know you niggaz don't me
Got the flow poetic and I stay setted
Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, the past

Labeled a pussy, see her bounce
Shaking, moving, waiting, the ounce
What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck Black
Motherfucker where's focus at?
JD, my mellow my ace, get on the mic and come rock,

Nigga, I feel like why you gon come if ain't on
And ain't no need in coming out, if you gonna shine
That's why I am like I am with mine and y'all
While y'all keep it real, we keep it

Just clowning, pounding, riding in
of the most elite shit to ever hit the town
Screaming out how you me now and I'm gettin' busier
I stay platinum while get dizzier

The difference between is I get 'em out of their seats
And my balling is out of your reach
Live and direct from the Peach
Where we make hits, deep and steak, homes laced
We never hit the breaks, continue to speed, stay in the lead
don't wanna fuck with me?